i don't think anyone quite has a grasp on why the millennials are so worked up, to the point of talking assassination and civil war on facebook, about the election of donald trump. (and, no, i am not talking about the little thugs who run the streets, mostly kids who didn't vote, and who are getting paid good money to break things, loot and burn. they are not mad, they are having fun, and, did i note, getting paid .... by george soros.)
no, i am talking the well educated, pretty, primped, well heeled and formerly genteel and confident, smug, haughty, self righteous, pretensious and condescending young intellectuals and professionals who have turned profane, their little faces screwed up into rage, threatening all sorts of heinous things through tears of dejection over the election. giving the finger. saying "motherfuck." i mean, they are throwing a hissy fit. what happened to "love trumps hate?"
why do they hate?
well, it seems that history has taken an unexpected turn, and ideology has jumped the tracks, and what the little leftist professors have been feeding them as the dream of the inevitable march of progress has fallen shattered at their feet, fragile, breakable, fallible as they cannot conceive.
for you see, they thought the election of obama and the sweep of democratic victory 8 years ago had truly ushered in the marxist-leninist socialist millennium in american history. and, being the good little socialist progressives that they are, they thought that not only had obama "hoped and changed" things, but that socialist rule had been institutionalized and made permanent. the believed that epoch after shameful epic of racism and cultural ethnocentralism, and capitalist exploitation of the third world had been destroyed forever, and that socialism was established irrevocably in america. in short, they believed they had "transformed" things, and that it would be their role to lead further transformation. their right.
that the old dead white men had been defeated, turned under for good, never to rise again, and that goodness and light would spread over the land, heralded, well, by themselves. sure, righteous, and good.
now they stand transformed before us, shrill, hysterical, profane, enraged, and betrayed by their own hubris. (they don't get any of this, by the way .... smug, self contentment and confidence in the right of ones own self to rule, and mock lessors, does not lead much to introspection and self examination. not much at all, especially to dealing with failure and disappointment.)
what they viewed as their rightful destiny to rule and usher in an age of coca cola happiness lies tattered at their feet.
that is why they are so enraged. the bitter realization, in their little minds, that the forces of darkness still prevails has rendered them impotent before, ... , well, ... , him. he is the antithesis of the slender androgynous male they have come to idealize and worship, ... , so, so, so un-keneau reeves as to defy description.
and, all those nasty components about america their professors have railed about, the exploitation of people of color, the racism personal, legal and institutional, the bigotry, the social injustice, the mistreatment of minorities of all stripes, the wage slavery, the small mindedness and prejudice, the petty small minds, all of it has revealed its leering face where only visions of sugar plums & fairies were before.
they are not privileged. they are not large. they are not brilliant. they are not destiny's children. they are cold, wet, shivering, huddling, crying, bawling, swearing little naifs and waifs in a hostile world not their making, a hostile world they thought transformed into an historical vestige which they had conquered & buried, and a world lay before them over which it was their privilege and right to govern.
all of that gone. and, all, all, all of his, ... , fault and doing.
that, my friends is why they are angry to a white hot rage. it is the anger of absolute impotence. of ignorance, realized and revealed: and they are the butt of the joke. and, so it continues.-- a man, who should know better, says that after five days of meditation, five days of looking at his enlightened belly button, that civil war is the only answer.
war is the answer. (this is just too rich.)
think about it, how many "coexist" bumper stickers have you read, on the same bumper as "war is not the answer." and, five days of inhaling all the incense and therapeutic fragrances, and contemplating his soul to its inner depths, ... , war is now the answer.
this is what happens when an entire generation or two is educated by twits in every self indulgent platitude ever conceived, when they are coddled, and babied, and led to believe that they are educated, and smart and on the cutting edge.
they are shattered by reality. they are shattered by the realization that their privilege, and their own exalted high self esteem, is not guaranteed. they are shattered by defeat, when they thought victory was enshrined, and inevitable, and that the way to unfettered progress and privilege as leaders of progress lay before them.
in short, the lumpen proletariat, a/k/a the "deplorable" proletariat just rose up & knocked them ass over tea kettle from their position in the vanguard of progress: no one ever told the privileged little goobers that such could happen. but, it did. and, they are outraged by their reversal.
all things earnest, gone, pfftt. a bitter wraith on the scudding winds.
john jay @ 11.16.2016
p.s. marcuse, alinsky, marx, hegel and most savagely, nietzsche .... betrayers, deceivers. they are not supermen & superwomen, they are crybabies. and, all of it lies before them, in mirrors. there are many tear stained mirrors in america this evening. for history, it would seem, has abandoned them.
p.s.s. watch 'em, just watch 'em. the rage of the impotent.
my sound card is out, so i could not listen to what was being said. i just watched it, and the little faces screwed up w/ rage. know your enemy. know your enemy. you may see one of these faces across a barricade some day.